Larksong Grotto Living like we're renegades

@Vuk, whenever you have time :)

Home. Here he was, finally, and yet not completely. Potema had claimed a big chunk of his childhood, the whole wood had. He would never forget, and his interest in much of what Potema had taught him would never die.His thoughts were drifting to her again, he realized with a start, and to the dark woods in their entirety.

He sat, shoulders hunched again the cool breeze that whipped through his fur suddenly,  lifting his muzzle and drawing in the scents of the grotto. Of home.